He'd figured, if he couldn't give the life she'd had back to her, he'd at least try to get her to enjoy this one. Get her to have a good time.
Nikki was also a bloody sexy young woman.
He finally registered the feelings he'd had for her back then. Adoration. And he liked her, not in a mortal enemies kinda way, just her personality. The mortal enemies and the killing kinda came with the whole Slayer-vampire package.
They talked some more over the airplane dinner, and found out they were both heading to Sunnydale due to this strange pull. Pulling enough to get Nikki out of her grave.
After the dinner they'd gotten to know each other a lot better, only strengthening the sexual tension between the two. As Spike excused her to used the bathroom, he dropped a note in her lap.
Meet me in the bathrooms, love.
The obviously suggesting message was written in a stylish old-looking writing.
Nikki smiled, but seriously thought about what she'd do. Finally she decided, what the hell, you only live once. Or, uh, twice.
The second she entered the bathroom, she got slammed up against the wall. Not hard, but it was still a gesture of pure want and possession.
The small bathroom was dark.
She looked into his eyes, seeing the same need and lust she probably had in her own eyes. She felt something poke her in the stomach.
"You came. Wasn't sure you would." His voice was even more rough than normally, and Nikki felt her panties become moist.
God, he was sexy.
"Shut up." She put her arms around him and her mouth to his, surprised by her own courage.
Spike kissed her back with a passion she'd never experienced with anyone before. His hand began roaming over her body, pulling her sweater over her head, revealing the thin top she wore underneath. His hand immediately found her breasts and began to stroke them, at first gently, then harder.
She put her legs around him, pressing his hardness into her. They groaned into each others mouths at the friction.
Spike seemed to know exactly how to grind himself into her to drive her mad with need.
He moved his mouth down to her neck, only causing a small flinch before she leaned into his skilled tongue. One of his hands moved down behind her to cup her butt, creating even more pressure.
"Please…"
"Please what, luv?" He asked with mock-naivety as he continued the grinding. God!
"Please, just… fuck me." At this point she didn't care how needy she sounded, she just wanted him buried deep inside her.
As they returned to their seats, the plane was darkened and most passengers were sleeping. Nikki wondered with a smile how they'd managed that. The toilets must be sound-proofed.
Their mussed appearance earned a pointed look from one of the stewardesses. They just smiled sheepishly back at her.
Nikki decided she needed to rest and was soundly asleep in five minutes, head resting on Spike's shoulder.
Spike looked affectionately at her, pulled the blanket a bit closer around her and pondered about what they'd just done.
Or, well he knew what they'd done, he was just thinking about what it meant, and what it would lead to. Slowly, he drifted to sleep himself.
They awoke when the lights came on again, and the captain informed them that the plane was going to land.
Nikki's eyes came accustomed to the light slower than Spike's, but when she found herself practically drooling all over his chest, she jerked away.
God, she'd slept with the monster that'd killed her! Worse, she'd had hot sweaty sex with him! He was a vampire for god's sake! By the way, did that make her a necrophiliac?
"Luv? Everything okay?" Spike suspected there was something wrong but tried to push down the lump in his throat.
Nikki was going to tell him to get away, to never touch her again, but there was something in that kind, caring, worried voice that reminded her of his soul.
"I-I don't know!" She cried out in frustration.
Spike looked like he was going to say something but he was cut off by the order to fasten their seatbelts.
They began the descent and Nikki found herself squeezing Spike's hand. Again.
Her feelings for him were so conflicted. She hated the cold killer he'd been with a passion, but she kind of liked the man he'd become. He wasn't that bad at all, she thought as he squeezed back.